MEDIC

Chapter 20. A Little TLC

It had been a month since the mission intercepting the arms dealer base, a month since König had narrowly avoided death and a month since captain Price had allowed you access to all of the files and sensitive information that König had kept vaulted.

You'd not mentioned a thing about what you'd learned to König. As far as the colossal soldier was aware he was still as much of a mystery to you as he was with his team mates and you planned to keep it that way unless absolutely necessary. You doubted he would take kindly to the notion of finding out you'd been spying on him.

You been sat at your desk a while, scrolling through the progress reports you'd written up regarding Königs recovery over the past four weeks.
All things considered he was doing well, the more minor injuries had healed with relative ease and even the deep abdominal wound was causing little issues other than general discomfort if movement was too sudden. The main issue was with Königs shoulder. The damage caused to the soldiers muscles, ligaments and tendons were proving to be extremely slow in their healing process. His arm was weak, shaky and always in some state of pain, which certainly didn't bode well for his mood. Especially not today it seemed.

König laid on top of the hospital bed, the toned muscles in his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he stared blankly at the tiles on the ceiling. He'd been in the same position for the majority of the morning and had refused to eat any breakfast that you'd brought him.

You pushed yourself away from your desk and walked quietly over to your patient, waiting a few moments to allow him to notice you before waving a hand in front of his face when it became apparent that he wasn't paying attention.

"Hellooo? Earth to König? You good, big guy?"

The soldiers gaze flicked over to you, his previously stony expression softening ever so slightly as he silently studied your features.

"Ready for some lunch?" You asked cheerily.
"Nein."
"You didn't have any breakfast though."
"I know."
"You need to eat something, goofball. It'll slow your healing if you don't."
"Mhm."
Königs icy eyes flicked back towards the ceiling of the infirmary, seemingly now tired of listening to you nag him about the importance of a good diet.
You sighed in slight annoyance before turning to fiddle with one of the machines by his bedside.
One way or another you were determined to get the man eating and at least in slightly higher spirits.

"Fancy playing a game?" You remained focused on the machine, noting in your peripheral vision how König hadn't so much as twitched at the mentioning of playing a board game with you.

"Nein, danke." König mumbled.

"Not even snakes and ladders?"
You feigned shock, putting a hand in front of your mouth. Königs head snapped to your direction, his eyes narrowed in annoyance that you could tell he was trying to keep under control.

"Dove. Please. I am not in the mood for food or games today."

You stood quietly for a little while and weighed up your options. The way you saw it you had three possible routes to choose from:

Option one: Walk off, get on with work and leave König to sulk and hopefully get some rest.
Option two: Continue to push König to try eat and no doubt annoy him more than you already were.
Option three: Let him have his way with not eating and take a more gentle approach to try get into his headspace a little more.

"Ok, alright, I'm sorry, König. You don't have to eat right now if you don't want and if you're not in the mood for board games that's fine too."

Option three it is.